Lyrics

**Hook — Low, Smoky Vocal**

Still waters in me
Even when the whole block shakes
Bills stacked high, sirens outside
Still I guard the peace I made

Still waters in me
Pressure cannot choose my way
Jesus spoke calm into the storm
Now I speak it through my pain

Be still…
Don’t let the trouble steer
Be still…
God is already here

**Verse 1 — Restrained Melodic Rap**

I was raised where every morning
Came attached to something urgent
Mama late on rent again
Daddy’s pride becoming nervous

Little brother caught a charge
Older cousin lost his wages
Everybody brought me problems
Like my heart had extra spaces

I became a man too early
Learned to hide when I was tired
Kept the family from collapsing
While my own peace caught fire

One night I stood near the stairwell
Trying not to lose control
Heard my grandmother behind me
Say, “Don’t let chaos own your soul”

She said, “Pressure makes you hurry
Hurry makes the wrong thing right
Some decisions made in anger
Can outlive a single night”

So I breathed before responding
Let the moment pass its peak
That was when I first discovered
Being calm don’t make you weak

**Hook — Ghostly Background Harmonies**

Still waters in me
Even when the whole block shakes
Bills stacked high, sirens outside
Still I guard the peace I made

Still waters in me
Pressure cannot choose my way
Jesus spoke calm into the storm
Now I speak it through my pain

**Verse 2 — Conversational Confession**

The disciples knew the water
They had sailed that route before

Still the waves began to rise
And fear came rushing through the floor

Jesus slept beneath the thunder
While they shouted, “Do You care?”
He stood up without confusion
Like panic had no business there

That story found me years later
When the landlord changed the locks
When my friend got twenty years
And his mother nearly dropped

When my hours got reduced
Same week my daughter needed braces
When revenge came through my phone
Using loyalty as persuasion

I understood that frightened boat
Because struggle makes faith blurry
When the water reaches ankle height
Every thought begins to hurry

But Jesus never taught avoidance
He taught authority within
You can stand inside a crisis
Without letting crisis enter in

**Bridge — Cracked Notes, Deliberate Pauses**

Be still…

Not because the rent disappeared
Not because the street turned safe

Be still…

Because fear will spend tomorrow
Trying to survive today

Think first
Pray twice
Don’t let one bad hour
Own your life

**Verse 3 — Weary Singing into Rap**

Now I separate the problems
Every burden gets a name
Some require immediate action
Some just want me scared and drained

I stopped giving every rumor
Full permission in my mind
Stopped responding to provocation
Like destruction needed time

I keep elders in my circle
Keep my paperwork prepared
Keep emergency money hidden
Keep my spirit under care

When the block starts boiling over
I don’t move because they move
Crowds can turn a lie to purpose
If nobody checks the truth

Balance doesn’t mean no struggle
It means struggle knows its chair
It can enter through the doorway
But it cannot live everywhere

I still hear the helicopters
Still see candles by the curb
Still see mothers losing children
Still see justice getting blurred

But I also see the fathers
Walking young boys home at night
See the women buying buildings
So their people keep their rights

See the former street lieutenant
Teaching teenagers how to leave
See a grieving older brother
Stop retaliation in the street

That’s what stillness looks like here
Not surrender—discipline
Having every right to break apart
And choosing not to give in

**Final Hook — Layered Requiem Harmonies**

Still waters in me
Even when the whole block shakes
Life can pound against my spirit
It cannot decide my fate

Still waters in me
I won’t let the pressure reign
Jesus spoke calm into the storm
Now that calm lives in my name

Be still…
Even when the sirens cry

Be still…
Don’t let fear control your life

Still waters
Running deeper than the pain

Still waters
I remain

**Outro — Near Whisper**

The miracle wasn’t only
that the storm became quiet.

The miracle was that Jesus
never became the storm.

The wind was violent.
He stayed centered.

The boat was filling.
He stayed certain.

That’s how you survive the hood
without letting the hood
move into your spirit.

You handle what you can.
You release what you cannot.
You pray before reacting.
You think before following.

And when life gets loud enough
to make you forget who you are—

you stand in the center
of your own soul
and say…

“Be still.”

Then watch the waters
inside you
obey.